I woke this morning just before 6AM to a sound I was somewhat familiar with but not used to hearing as my alarm: smack, smack, slurp, smack, smack, smack, pop, gurgle, smack, smack.
Softer than either of my two normal alarms it gently rocked me awake rather than startling me out of my slumber.
Smack, smack, gurgle, smack, smack.
Out of context it took me a few seconds to realize what I was hearing. I’d heard that sound before, sure, but not that often yet, and never so early in the day. Usually it was an afternoon or evening sound. As I shook off the cobwebs of my three-hour nap (“Wow, it’s been three hours, that’s great” – with no sarcasm at all), I smiled as understanding reached me.
The smack smacks continued. With an occassional coo as well.
Smack, smack, pop, smack, pop, coo, gurgle, giggle, coo, smack, smack.
Rather than waking to an actual alarm telling me I need to get up for work, or a screaming alarm telling me that a change and some food are needed, the little prince decided he’d find his fingers this morning and suck on them for a bit… before letting us know that he still needed a change and his breakfast.
It. Was. Adorable.
Smack, pop, snap, smack, slurp, coo, smack, smack.
So, I laid there for a few minutes and let him entertain himself with his fingers, enjoying this peaceful transition into wakefulness, and then when the smack smacks stopped I threw back the covers and rolled out of bed to rescue him from his diaper before handing him off to the queen.
It’s going to be another great day.